Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-10-16
rEow FIRST PUBLISHED
BY JAMES GRANT,
THE Right of Translation is Reserved
AN EvENTFUL STORY.

CHAPTER XXI --sFBUF ALL WAS FALSE
AND HOLLow!"
It was seven years after that time, and
when the dark episode Of his early life
hsd become like the memory Of disa-
greeaole dream, that Digoy Montressor,
Of one of Mrs. Chillingtou's brilliant
garden parties, wes introduced by Horace
Musgrave Of the h1ssars to Claire Rich
mond, the Only daughter Of the good old
rector of Ch.IHngtou, q very handsome,
but more than usually sweet and
attractive girl in her twenty-Second year;
and with that chance meeting began the
golden summer Cf new life to Digby.
They met sgain and again after that in
PRODUCTION, Ct those places where "eVery-
one meets everyone else" aud be soon
learned to love hex, but calmly, with de-
light, a new and Joyous emotion, ell
unlike tie rash ana headstrOng passion
for mere passion it wss-thEt wrecked
his life 81 Brighton,
"Digby M1ntFessor, you hsye been 8
fool Cnce," he ssid to himself; "beWare
now you ere SO sg&il
But it was Impossible TO look upon the
pure and winning face Of Claire Rich
mond and be either wary Or wise; and so
1t came to pass, that before either knew
quite what taeY were shout, there was ex
changed between them the mysterious
glsnCe-"lhat electric fash"-by which
eve understands eve, ana through which
beSTt suddenly speaks 10 heart; and 10
Digby there opened q newer and more
glorious happiness inst seemed TO COM
pensate him for ell the misery and humii-
istion lie had undergone in the past, and
before he had looked on the delds of
GinghfloVo and u uodi.
In him Claire found q man OF whom any
woman might be prCud-a brave soldier,
who had faced death and suffering often
in many ways, polished gentleman, end
thoughtful one, with fully-develOpeG,
formed, Snd experienced mind, hand
some figure, g manly bearing and calm
well-cUt features; more than that, per-
h8ps, one who loved her: aid so, after
the tale thai WAS told in the soft twilight
garden of Chliington Rectory, Mon
rressor found himself sn accepted sUitor.
Never would he and she forget that
twilight eve IN the gorgeous summer,
under the dense shadow Of the aged
trees, and near the still older Tect0ry, It's
enged and mulli0ned windows, crimsOned
by the last Ii4dt-the warm sitter glow
Of the set sun; amid al the greeneTy end
Covers that framed the p cJuresque old
edifce with al English beauty all It's own.
We shall not dwell longer on this
event. The language Of love is pretty
much the sans al the world over, and
has been so, We presume, since flowers
and appIes grew in Eden; thus few, we
believe, care to hear it-when not ad-
dressed 10 themseives-ss it's Vapid in
antics, sweet little ita-ations snd imbe-
cilities, are dear TO lovers, and to lovers
only.
The father OF Claire, though reluctant
to lose the apple of his eye, aud that his
one wee eve lamb should leave him TO
become the wife of soldier, and to FOL
low that soldier 30 distant lands, per
formed the ceremony in the beautiful
cid parish church, which, if history told
truth, was built by William of Wykeham,
and wherein William of Orange, when
fouting Bushey ParB, and Horace Wal
pole, when resident at Strawberry Hill,
both said their prayers, the former re
turning lbanKs TO the Dutchman's GOD
for the massacre of Glencoe.
The wedding was over, the cake cut,
the speeches made, heslths drunk, the
rice and clippers thrown after the de-
parting carriage that bore Swsy the happy
pair, not for 8 "spin" among the CAV
places Of the continent, but TO enjoy each
others society amid the sylvan and Sc
questered scenery of Lynmourh, and
there, while wandering no doubt hand in
hand, forgetting all the external world,
in the richly wooded combes near the
Swiss-lke village where the hill-stre8ms
OF Devon roll down over huge boulders
ike one long waterfall, and the Valley Of
the StOnes-that wonder OF the west OF
England-rises on each side, in its terrific
masses like the ruins Of g Cyclopean
palace, with glimpses of the distant ses
fsr down below, life seemed TO be as near
perfection SIS if could well be, and their
honeymoon was indeed a sweet and
happy, if brief, bewilcerIng dTesm-for
brief dream it WAS fated to be.
Yet it was joyous, while it lasted, in
pretty Devon cottage, under the friendly
shadow Of apple bowers 8 century old
orchards where the suns rays, with many
freak, flickered among the thick leaves
where the moss grown branches spread
out broad and low, and where the birds
and The honey bees knew 10 fed the
sweetest spples, IS many hole on the
rosy or sun-broWned sides of the golden
pippins evlnced.
One evening, the pair had returned from
8 long rsmble, in which Digby had guided
C4alre's pony by the bIioIe through the
Alpine gorge of Lyndale, where the sides
OF she echoing rcvine are covered by
thick woods-the haunt Of the wild deer
OF Exmoor-snd where sll the white
loaming torrents of the hills unite near
GlenthoTne; and as the two approached
the cottage, which was their temporary
nomei in the fUlness and happiness of
Aer heart Claire was singing little song,
WIN voice like silver bella song To
which there were no listeners but her
husband and the birds, that, like them
serves, W,re seeking their nest-whep,
lust as he lifted Der from her saddle, his
valet said:
There is lady waiting to see you,
"A lsdy-here?" asked Digby.
wen, sir-a woman, snyway-seems
IStner down on her luck, think"
"Begging?"
4, On no, sir; seems rather cut above
mat; but wishing to see you, Or Mrs. Mon
uessor, very particular indeed"
II Shall see her myself" said Digby,
Aklng ont his purse, and having no
Gouot 1t WSs 8 visit for the purpose Of
charity; while Clsire hurried upstairs to
eAsnge her attire for dinner.
An Inc pretty little dining room, where
FaaIeSSay the table was laid for tWo-glit-